There is only one water well in this arid northern village, and it has become the sweet rain that the entire village depends on for survival. Recently, more people are fetching water, and the water level has dropped sharply. The rope wrapped around the rolling log directly above the well has been lengthened.

People who come to fetch water can clearly feel the difficulty when turning the long handle.

The sound of "Boom——" was particularly long in the middle of the night, and Jia Xuan threw the bucket down. If he hadn't had to grind tofu tomorrow morning, he wouldn't have traveled more than five miles to fetch water in the dark. However, today's bucket

It was really too heavy. When it was swung up, the end of the rope seemed to be held by something. Jia Xuan was momentarily

It seemed that it was tied to the well rope. He stirred desperately, regardless of the sweat on his head, and saw the bright red juice squeezed out from the gaps in the rope on the bare wooden beam. The water he brought up that day

It is light red in color. It is used to make tofu. The surface of the tender white tofu seems to be covered with bloodshot eyes.

People in the village bought tofu from Jia Xuan's family, and those who didn't buy tofu also drank the water from the well. They were poisoned to varying degrees, and the toxicity spread in the village like a plague. The patriarch called everyone to discuss countermeasures.

They felt that there was evil in the well and wanted to find someone to fill it. They wanted to find the person who brought bad luck to the whole village.

As if there was a tacit understanding, everyone privately focused their attention on Xiu Niang. In such a remote village where everyone was talking about gold, Xiu Niang's secrets spread like an exploding gunpowder pool. Xiu Niang relied on running her own business.

Living in a dyeing workshop, she can dye bright red cloth. Some people say that many men often come to dye cloth for their wives and mothers under the pretext of coming and going, but in fact they have an ambiguous relationship with her. Lovely news about the embroiderer

It became an ominous sign, and she was considered to be the originator of the crime and was tied up with five-flowered ropes. After the patriarch read out several of her crimes, a tall horse dragged the embroiderer's frail body through the streets to show the public that she had long since

The embroiderer's voice was full of scars and cries of injustice and help echoed in the streets. People in the whole village seemed to be dead and stayed behind closed doors. No one knew where she was finally dragged by the horse.

The plague that was prevalent later was indeed suppressed. When the villagers went to fetch water, although the well water they fetched was red, there was no potable water source within ten miles, so everyone had to make do with it. Because the color of the well water never faded,

Everyone became more and more suspicious that Xiu Niang was dancing

They suspected that Xiu Niang's soul was staying at the bottom of the well. Recently, when the villagers fetched water, they always felt that the bucket was getting heavier and heavier, and the rope on the gallows on the well was very tight. Once the bucket was shaken to the mouth of the well, people

The bucket felt shaky even when I lifted it over.

That time, Jia Xuan finally broke the well rope. The broken well rope and the bucket fell into the abyss together, making a long echo. Following the inertia, the rope on the winch finally loosened to the end. Jia Xuan lay on the bare ground.

He was breathing heavily on the wooden beam of the derrick, and he was still in shock. Suddenly his hand slipped and a

Jia Xuan staggered, broke into a cold sweat when he touched it, and almost fell into the well. It turned out that the rolling log in the well was the body of the embroiderer, and deep scars and strangulation marks could be seen on it. It turned out that every time the villagers carried water, they turned it around

The long-handled, tightly twisted rope squeezes out a little of the blood juice from the embroiderer's body and drips it into the well.

Just when Jia Xuan was still in shock, resentful cries and creepy howls came from the bottom of the well. Jia Xuan ran home without even bothering to take anything. The next day, everyone came to the well to take a look.

There were ten deep nail marks on the smooth well wall. The patriarch invited a Taoist priest, who performed rituals and listened to the patriarch's ear.

After whispering for a while, the clan leader told everyone that the rolling wood on the derrick was originally the body of the embroiderer. When she was not fetching water, she was tightly bound by the well rope and could not merge with the resentful soul at the bottom of the well until last night.
Chapter completed!